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jane
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silver fields; i told you
they were there. your doubt
was inconvenient before deciding
your love for me was stale bread.
once the cats left, i had time
to think. to wonder about clean clothes,
spaghetti sauce, or yellow lines
on the freeway.
grieve the ringing of the ears
in agony. whiskey was a temporary cure, as the consoling couches that supervened.
your walls cry now, softly
in patterns. shadows & squares
can't fool me anymore.
i will take my pride
& disappear:
existentially forgotten.
i will bite into the apple
of your love. it's blood will run
down my forearm again,
for the last time, in time
for running out to manifest physically
holes felt in my opaque chest.
& do you hear the breeze
where you are? does it shiver
down your skin the way i used to
or fall silently to knotted dust?
broken lightbulb glass lies
smirking at my feet. my response
by my response ability. to drive
far uphill, to those silver fields
you never believed in.
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